Arturo Michael Poet Free verse

Where's My Umbrella

Where's my Umbrella 

Poor Raincoat is torn and old

It's Pouring cats and dogs out there  

Will get Soaked down to the bone

Skipping and splashing in puddles  

Holding Newspapers over my head

If I don't get my Umbrella  

It'll be Sneezing and Coughing in bed

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Richard Evans February 4, 2018 at 12:03 AM Sometimes all that is necessary for a poem to do is "be". It's like a planet. Who, what, when, where is really not necessary. Like this poem. Thanks for sharing....................peace!

Kevin Shaw August 23, 2017 at 1:58 AM Now that's my sort of poem, short, funny and punchy. A british summer poem, regards, Kevin Arturo Michael August 23, 2017 at 5:45 AM Good morning Kevin...Yes, indeed it is...Thanks for passing by...Have a Sunny day...

Victoria Stasiv August 19, 2017 at 2:33 PM Nice poem! Arturo Michael August 19, 2017 at 2:54 PM Good evening Victoria...Thanks for passing by...Glad you liked it...

Jan Allison August 14, 2017 at 3:44 PM I don't mind a light shower but not those cats and dogs storms and it is so windy here we can't use umbrellas when it rains:-) hugs jan xx Arturo Michael August 14, 2017 at 3:54 PM I don't know how it is where you live...I only know London and Birmingham...Winds can be strong there, but mostly light rain...Have a lovely evening...

Sara Kendrick August 13, 2017 at 7:00 PM Cute one...I enjoyed reading your work today..Thanks for the visit to my page..I hope that it doesn't rain on your parade..Sara Arturo Michael August 13, 2017 at 7:14 PM You make me smile...There's so much to learn and not enough time here on earth. It was pleasant feeling and hearing your words...Good evening, Sara.